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do bạn truely know who i am
maybe things i write seem happy, depressing, sad?
but am i any of those things?
am i really seen bởi my personality hoặc bởi my body

the truth is i hate life
my mother is a bossy rude horrible person
my dad is never home
my sister is a lowlife girl thinking she'll fine a job

i only have TWO friends
most people i know have at least ten
Kenzie parks, Brandon Rector
there is no more

do bạn really think i eat hoặc sleep
do bạn think i go to school
i haven't slept in like a tháng the avoid one nightmare
that never seems to want to leave

i skip school my mom just drops me off then i run
i try to hide from my family
until they find me and hit me hoặc kick me
do bạn really think im happy?

the last time i was happy when a friend died
i stood bởi her grave smiling
saying "Jess i'll be there soon"
think if suicide worked for her it would work for me

so tiếp theo time bạn see me
ask yourself
am i like her?
do i truely know..canal?

Stopping bởi Woods on a Snowy Evening
bởi ROBERT FROST

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and Nữ hoàng băng giá lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his yên cương, dây nịt bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

My soul is fild with sadness.
My dad is dead.
My mom is in prison.
and me,siting alone
in the darkness.
so don't even bother with me.
I cry in the dark bởi my brother.
He says will mom ever come back.
i đã đưa ý kiến no she'll never forgive us.
my brother's eyes fill with tears
my life is now useless for all i know
i sit there sighing and breathing heavily
as the smoke of the city streets fills my lungs
i soon become weak
i lay on the stine cold gravel
some say im dying
and others say i was supposed to die

where does the life start
and the hoplesness end?
where do the fun times
dissapear to?
why can't i look into your eyes
and see your happiness?
why do bạn have to steal mine?
the answer to these các câu hỏi are simple
bạn have no tình yêu for me
yet bạn lead me on,
pretend bạn do
bạn want me i know,
but for what?
the happiness
i can not see in your eyes
is not because its not there
but because bạn suck mine away.
bạn leave my eyes dull and empty
shadows of what i once was
the person i long to be now
one of the loved
-Megan

I hope bạn like this. ^-^
It came to me one night when I could not fall asleep.


Fairy Tale Love.
By: Whitney Forsberg.


In a fairy tale
I'm the one
Who will do
Anything for my love.
Behind the magical
Volts of electricity
Our fingers intertwine,
And our lips touch.
There's a whisper
In my ear,
"I will forever
and always tình yêu you."
Because in a fairy tale,
He's the one
Who will do
Anything for the
One he loves.


Yupp thats it, rate and bình luận what bạn think of it, please.

Hey, this is the first post and this poem really means a lot for me!

Please comment! Criticism is the best way to correct! like it hoặc not please tell!

[b]Café cửa hàng was full of people;
Being messed up with them;
I met bạn with a spilt coffee on my shirt;
bạn began with handkerchief to clear the dirt;
I looked upon with eyes of perplex shine;
I thought it was an illusion;
With that concern on your face;
I don’t know well;
My tim, trái tim began to dwell;
With that presence of yours;
I felt that I have a hopeful ray;
Because today was
My lucky day.    

1. One normal sunny day
Two terriost went to play
Climbing aboard two planes
They pretend to play
One brought out a gun
Not wanting to be out done
The một giây one pulled out a blade

2. With no shame
They stated their claim
To the twin towers
To take an iron shower

3. As the towers were struck
Others became stuck
Pleading for their rescue
They fell to their refuge

4. Down came the towers
As we watched for hours
Praying for mercy
We fell to our knees
We call 9/11
A ngày we remember

this is a poem written to my best friend who is about to di chuyển away.... dont be to much of a critic please... i just had to say this... thank you...

We have,
shared,
smiled,
and cried together.
bạn have held my hand when i was scared,
and bạn tell me every thing will be ok.
i know that we have,
trust,
love,
and happiness to lean on.
bạn have showed me,
light,
honesty,
and how to accept my self.
i am always here for you,
never forget the times we shared,
and always remember i will be there.

The trees always seemed to shake.
And the pretty still calm lake.
The calm wind blowing in my face.
Oh, look two young deer having a race.
Look at those bees in a beehive up in that tree.
While a con bướm, bướm perches on my knee.
The sweet smell of dozens of fresh flowers.
Look!
A beautiful rose!
And a small blue bird.
There it goes.
As I hum, the mockingjay is my echo.
Oh no it’s ALMOST time to go.
The cỏ is as green and fresh as lime.
As I look at my watch wondering if it’s time to go.
Sadly, yes it’s time.
As I watch from a distance a chịu, gấu behind a cây scratching it’s back.
Uh-oh I think it’s going to attack!
I go run away.
Hoping I can come back another day.
The forest is sometimes dangerous, but it’s beautiful, calm, and quiet.
But I wish I didn't have to say goodbye this way. :(

(poems from my mind)

1.[have bạn ever?]
Have bạn ever wondered?
Have bạn ever feared?
Have bạn ever questioned?
hoặc were bạn always scared?

2.[like a toy]
Have bạn ever heard of love?
hoặc happiness and joy?
No bạn didn't,
Because to you, everything is like a toy.

3.[my stupid mind]
I am so tired,
Of hearing these words in my mind.
Sometimes, I wish i can just fall,
And go deaf and blind.

4.[a giáng sinh poem]
giáng sinh is on the way,
So merry Christmas!
What else can i say?

(a poem that i read from the internet)

Sick of crying,
Tired of trying,
Yes, I am smiling,
But inside, I am dying.

(a poem that my closest friend wrote for me, it may be my yêu thích poem of all time)
God gave us two eyes to see,
Two legs to walk the street,
Two ears to let us hear,
And two arms to defend ourselves and not to fear.
But why did he give u only one heart?
Maybe because somewhere in this world there is the other part,
That we should look for and when we find never tare them apart.